Long Live Love
(A Circle Dance)
Mambru went forth to battle.
Long live Love!
I listen for his coming feet.
The rose on the rosebush blossoms sweet.
He will come back by Easter.
Long live Love!
He will come back by Christmas-tide.
The rose on the bush has drooped and died.
Down the road a page is riding.
Long live Love!
" Oh, what are the tiding that you bear? "
The rose on the bush is budding fair.
" Woe is me for my tidings! "
Long live Love!
" Mambru lies cold this many a morn. "
Ay, for a rosebush sharp with thorn!
A little bird is chirping.
Long live Love!
In the withered bush where no more buds blow,
The bird is chirping a note of woe.
Mambru went forth to battle.
Long live Love!
I listen for his coming feet.
The rose on the rosebush blossoms sweet.
He will come back by Easter.
Long live Love!
He will come back by Christmas-tide.
The rose on the bush has drooped and died.
Down the road a page is riding.
Long live Love!
" Oh, what are the tiding that you bear? "
The rose on the bush is budding fair.
" Woe is me for my tidings! "
Long live Love!
" Mambru lies cold this many a morn. "
Ay, for a rosebush sharp with thorn!
A little bird is chirping.
Long live Love!
In the withered bush where no more buds blow,
The bird is chirping a note of woe.
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